The year in music, circa 2010, started at the Cake Shop, with a shred-down to the New Year courtesy of Siren Festival MVP-to-be Marissa Paternoster and her band Screaming Females. After a tour through the NYE fetes of the Lower East Side and Williamsburg, that night ended amidst a marathon show at Bushwick's Shea Stadium, right around the time the Blastoids' drummer poured paint on his kit and started splattering away.

Golden Triangle take it off. All photos by birthday girl Rebecca Smeyne.

So Saturday night's secret post-Siren, post-South Street Seaport party was drunken bikini bash out in Bed-Stuy, where Golden Triangle's O.J. San Felipe managed to electrocute himself via the deadly combination of crowd surfing, Christmas lights, and a healthy puddle of beer on the floor. Fellow Seaport refugees Thee Oh-Sees joined in the fun, as did Frankie Rose and the Outs, and a whole host of people in their underwear. At the center of it all was intrepid SOTC photographer Rebecca Smeyne, who just happened to be celebrating her birthday that night. Of course she managed to get photos of the chaos, in between spraying the crowd with handfuls of birthday cake:

Well, it wasn't a Drake show: Friday's free South Street Seaport indie-garage line-up--Thee Oh Sees, Golden Triangle, So Cow--had a noticeable absence of thrown chairs, flying potted plants, and tear gas. Set against the backdrop of the Seaport, with its ironic juxtaposition of Goonies-style ships and mall-style restaurants, the three bands contended not with riot police but the sun, which was brutal. Ireland's finest, So Cow, took the stage first; following the fast-paced and tightly wound threesome was Brooklyn's Golden Triangle, a six-piece with a penchant for tambourines and dramatic dancing. Thee Oh Sees, from San Francisco, closed the night with their particular brand of spastic, experimental rock.